We lounge on the bed, the gentle breeze of the ceiling fan fueling our indifference to ambition. Elephant steps out of the bathroom, pantless yet unconcerned. Papa Yeah buddy? Toilet paper is divided into two parts He precisely pries the two ply plys, then proudly prizes the pried paired plys for our proud prying eyes. …
Author Archives: Radutti
Distance
Driver’s license. He takes the gray tri-fold pamphlet with showmanship befitting his immaculate, neatly-trimmed uniform. He studies it carefully, a matching hat tipped slightly, shading a corner of his face. He means business. Roo-doo. Yes, please. I don’t correct him. You’ll need to accompany me to the courthouse. I need to write this up. I …
Anchorman
Today it is his turn to dive. Loaded with netting, a threadbare hull scarred by sun, deeply worn by wind and wave, the canoe is nightmare fuel for one who does not understand or respect the ocean. But clearly, these men do. Oars in hand, synchronous, attuned. A six-person canoe that, for now, holds seven. …
Where we stand
Atop the ridge The fishing boats in the village below swoon. At rest, for now. Their bright flags stand taut, and ready. The boy begins to climb. He expertly navigates the swarm of boulders piled hundreds deep. Barefoot, agile, he ascends to greet. He’s done this before. Clearly, so too have his friends. Word is …
Satisfaction
There’s a moment in The Good Place where our protagonist Eleanor chooses from a limitless array of frozen yogurt flavours, finally landing on Fully Charged Cell Phone Battery. “This really is satisfying.” she proclaims with a nod. It’s an incredible bit of social commentary, pointing directly at where we are in place and time. Of …
On the Ground
We’ve made a terrible mistake Bags quietly hit the floor and we remove our shoes. She gently draws the curtains and we peer through accordion bars at a yellowish-gray wall, neatly crowned with spiraling barbed wire. Nobody getting in here Or out Light filters in, but it’s a musty, flaccid light, with little soul, or …
The Answer is Always Yes
Children Students Young Ones If you approach an adult and begin your question with Do we have to
6pm
A sense of ground, a need for here I don’t always have it at the end of the day. I’m flustered a sea of distraction maze of ideas that small hint of what was the thing I told myself to remember and take care of who was I supposed to email again oh crap I …
Ghost
This guy, I mean, look. There was a time when he admitted I was a friend. Doesn’t help that there’s an extra layer of weight on it all – this feeling that I’ve let him down because of what happened the day I should have been looking out, should have handled things differently. And now …
Play Dough
Listen. I don’t care what has happened so far. What I do care about is that this is taken care of at her next school. In my shop if someone says they’re going to take care of something, they do it, or else. It’s just the way things get done and this didn’t get done. …
Get Up Eight 